No Girlfriend Viktor

Verse

Viktor — name on paper, no crown on your head, (nah)

You call yourself "victor" but you losin' in bed, (uh-huh)

Profile pic medicated with filters and prayer, (ha)

Got a heart-shaped vacancy sign — "no vacancy" there, (nope)

You DM like a hostage, beggin' for a reply, (reply)

Left on read so long your phone learned how to lie, (left, left)

You stir your ramen like it's chemistry, not company, (wham)

Birthday candles blow out solo — that's your symphony, (blow)

You collect screenshots like souvenirs of failure, (cold)

Your love life stuck in airplane mode, no tailer, (no wings)

Talk slick, walk lonely — your plus one’s a shadow, (shadow)

Mirror gives refunds, says "sorry, that's hollow," (refund)

You audition for affection, never get the callback, (nah)

I'm the headline, you the fine print — underlined, cut back, (cut)

You pray to dating apps like they a church with free wi-fi, (amen)

But every blessed swipe is a nope, goodbye — Victor, bye. (bye-bye)

Chorus

No girlfriend, no girlfriend — Viktor, that's the flex, (nope)

No girlfriend, no girlfriend — lonely like a hex, (aye)

You named yourself "victor" but you lost at love, (lost)

No girlfriend, no girlfriend — push come to shove, (push)

No girlfriend, no girlfriend — (no, no) say it again, (say it)

You ghost your own story while I ghost your friends. (ghost)

Verse

You brag about standards but your standards are specs, (specs)

Cheap expectations, broke follow-through — defects, (defects)

You shop for confidence in bargain bins on sale, (sale)

Then post motivational quotes like you exhale fail, (fake inhale)

Your Tinder is a museum — "Look but don't touch," (look)

Exhibit A: empty DMs, Exhibit B: too much clutch, (clutch)

You promise castles, deliver cardboard boxes, (boxes)

Your heart's on layaway, payments froze at "maybe," (maybe)

You call her "soulmate" to a cat named regret, (meow)

She left a read receipt stamped on your sunset, (stamp)

I move through rooms, collect queens like royalties, (cha-ching)

You move through rooms whisperin' solo apologies, (sorry)

I'm the curriculum, you're the class dismissed, (dismissed)

Viktor, you got no love — just missed connections list, (missed)

Say your name loud like it's victory: it's fiction, (fiction)

I bury your rep in the dirt — obituary: no conviction. (sunk)